Burning papers into ashes,
what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,
keep dreaming away
if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside,
Nothing has been done before
It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up, Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand.
Write some stories for tomorrow.
From the bottle of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
That I've done.
Dust it off.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:07.740]Burning papers into ashes,
[00:13.040]
[00:13.910]what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
[00:23.960]
[00:25.590]there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,
[00:37.740]
[00:38.730]keep dreaming away
[00:43.920]
[00:50.660]if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside,
[01:02.540]
[01:05.220]Nothing has been done before
[01:10.030]
[01:11.090]It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
[01:19.510]
[01:22.130]Mess it up, Time is up
[01:27.010]
[01:41.050]Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand.
[01:49.450]
[01:50.700]Write some stories for tomorrow.
[01:56.440]
[01:58.880]From the bottle of amnesia
[02:03.500]
[02:05.110]Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
[02:18.660]
[02:24.020]Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
[02:35.320]
[02:53.310]
[02:55.620]That I've done.
[02:56.870]
[02:58.870]Dust it off.
Burning papers into ashes,
what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,
keep dreaming away
if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside,
Nothing has been done before
It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up, Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand.
Write some stories for tomorrow.
From the bottle of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
That I've done.
Dust it off.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:07.740]Burning papers into ashes,
[00:13.040]
[00:13.910]what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
[00:23.960]
[00:25.590]there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,
[00:37.740]
[00:38.730]keep dreaming away
[00:43.920]
[00:50.660]if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside,
[01:02.540]
[01:05.220]Nothing has been done before
[01:10.030]
[01:11.090]It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
[01:19.510]
[01:22.130]Mess it up, Time is up
[01:27.010]
[01:41.050]Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand.
[01:49.450]
[01:50.700]Write some stories for tomorrow.
[01:56.440]
[01:58.880]From the bottle of amnesia
[02:03.500]
[02:05.110]Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
[02:18.660]
[02:24.020]Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
[02:35.320]
[02:53.310]
[02:55.620]That I've done.
[02:56.870]
[02:58.870]Dust it off.
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing or two
Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
Hold on
Go slow...
Monday some sort of gentleman
Came knocking at my door
To offer me garments and jewels
He made me dress up like a princess
Then gave me the bill
At le...
Walk walk walk me home
Let me live my life on hold
Crossroads where we're at
You go right I take left
Walk walk walk me home
Let me live my life on ho...
i got something in my head something sleeping in my head
that i don't wanna wake up, you see
something in my head and my lazy little body
isn't ready ...
Why would I carry such a weight on my shoulders?
Why do I always help you carry your boulders?
You wonder why I carry such a weight on my shoulders
An...
Chorus
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing or two
Meant to break the laws of gravity too, oh
Verse 1
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Trustful Hands - The Dø
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing or two
Meant to break the laws of gravit...
Trustful Hands - The Dø
We are sentimental animals
We are undercover criminals
We were meant to make a thing or two
Meant to break the laws of gravit...